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that it was the largest kitchen in the house.
    “You have multiple kitchens?” she asked.
    “Yeah,” Charles said, “Three, I think. One on each floor.”
    The uniformed chef bowed and asked Charles what he and his lady friend would like to be served.
    “I was thinking steak and lobster like a mobster,” Charles winked.
    “Very well,” the chef said, “ The lobster and filet mignon should take roughly 20 minutes to cook.”
    The chef and his assistant began preparing the food as Charles and Kristina sat at a table in the kitchen.
    “I don’t think you ever told me. What exactly do your parents do to afford all of this?” Kristina asked.
    “Well my mom is just a balabusta,” Charles answered. “She just married the right man, you could say. Now my dad, he runs BioTech Industries. He co-founded the company right after graduating from Harvard. They do nano-technology, scientific breakthroughs… all that boring stuff.”
    “Wow, that’s really something,” Kristina said.
    “But hey,” Charles told her, “I can’t talk any crap about my mom. I just got born into the right family. God knows I don’t know anything about science. But my dad, the man’s a genius. His parents were Irish Jews who moved to America with a twenty dollar bill in their pocket. Now look at this empire. As far as I’m concerned, my dad’s the greatest mind to ever live. You ever want to know which business is his, just head downtown and look up for the highest skyscraper. The one nearly touching the clouds.”
    “He sounds pretty brilliant,” Kristina said.
    “Definitely. But enough about him. How ‘bout me and you head up to my room for a little one-on-one time before dinner?”
    Charles took her by the hand and whisked her out of his fancy kitchen and up a flight of stairs.
    “I hope you’re wearing that lace like I asked.”
     
    ***
    It was very early Tuesday morning and John Ahern was lying in bed in the small old house that Charles had picked him up from the morning prior. In his dusty room, hanging directly above John’s bed, was a solid red flag and a solid black flag. Shirts and jeans lied about the uncarpeted floorboard. The curtains were drawn back and John allowed the early sunlight to wake him. His eyes opened but he remained in bed for several more minutes. John was wearing a pair of boxers but there was neither sheet nor blanket covering him. He swept his long blonde hair out of his eyes, stared at the cracked ceiling for a moment, and flopped over to lie on his stomach.
    With his eyes closed, he reached out and patted the top of the drawer nearest him. He accidentally knocked over a cup of water but didn’t seem to mind. He kept feeling around until he reached his watch. John opened one eye, took a glimpse at the time, and yawned. A few moments later, he rolled over onto his back and finally decided to get up.
    John went into the dusty hallway of his house and opened the laundry room door. It insistently creaked every time he grabbed the doorknob. He had washed and dried several items the night before so he opened the worn out drier and pulled out a few towels, a set of sheets, a pair of briefs, and his favorite faded shirt bearing the face of Che Guevara. He returned to his room and placed the items on top of the drawer near the cup of water that spilled over. John ripped off the old sheets that were on his small twin-sized bed and replaced them with the clean set from the drier.
    With the window curtains still pulled back and the blinds open, without a care, John took off his boxers and dropped them on top of the pile of dirty sheets.
    “Gotta remember to wash this later,” he said to himself. He locked his bedroom door, grabbed a towel, and walked into the small bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. He turned the shower water on but knew it would take at least two to three minutes before the water became even lukewarm.
    “Do I piss now, when I get out of the shower, or perhaps when I’m in the